Nala. We were walking back to Jordan's car, when he suddenly stopped and hissed in pain. "Are you okay?" I asked supporting him with my arm. The security immediately rushed to us and helped him into the car as I followed, they put him on a chair and he was sweating and seemed to be in so much pain. "Let's go to the hospital." i said immediately. "No, take me to my doctor." he said before he passed out. No one said anything until we got there, he was awake by the time we were stepping out of the car. . The doctor came immediately, and I followed Jordan and the beautiful young physician into his office. When he had mentioned having abpersonal physician I had imagined an elderly man, not a blonde in her early thirties who was tall and willowy enough to be a model.It shouldn’t really surprise me though . Jordan was a handsome man. A very handsome man, i amended myself. He was rich. And powerful. Plus, of course, there was that very basic feminine nurturing instinct that likely mad
Nala. Did I really hear him well or was I hallucinating, imagining things. “Your future wife?” my head was still fuzzy from the kiss, my limbs heavy with arousal, and i was certain i must have heard him wrong, he didn't just say wife. There was no way. “Yes. I have thought it through and it is the only thing to be done.” He said it so pragmatically, as though anyone should be able to see his point.“I’m not going to marry you Jordan,” i said, trying to match his tone. If he wanted to try to have an insane discussion as calmly as if we were talking about the weather then i was more than up to the challenge. I certainly wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of rattling my self control more than once in a five minute time span."You don't want to marry me?" he asked shocked. "I did not say that, but we barely know each other. Am pregnant with another man's child. A man who also married me and now is trying to kill me. You can't just say that like it's normal." "I like you Nala,
JordanWhen i returned to Nala’s room half an hour later with her requests she was sound asleep, her arm thrown over her face, her hair spread into a golden red halo. My eyes were immediately drawn to the gentle rise and fall of her generous breasts. She was an amazingly beautiful woman.Kissing her had been shockingly exciting. I couldn’t remember the last time simply kissing a woman had aroused me so much. Maybe when i had been a teenage virgin, but certainly not any time in the twenty years since then.I hadn’t intended to kiss her. Not yet. Seduction wasn’t the way to win Nala over to my way of thinking. She was cerebral; the way to appeal to her would be through logic and reason, not through sensual persuasion.At least that is what i had thought. She had been surprisingly passionate in my arms, a little hesitant, but she had been all the sweeter for it.The temptation to join her in the bed, to lift the hem of her shirt again, touch her big stomach and move higher to the lush s
Nala. I took another swallow of ginger ale to prevent myself from gagging. I had been touched when i had realized that he had brought me the crackers and soda, but I was much less impressed now that i realized he was just using it as an opportunity to try to goad me into agreeing to marry him.“I don’t understand why you are the one pushing for marriage,” i said when I was certain i wasn’t going to be sick all over the floral duvet. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”A short, derisive laugh escaped his lips. “Perhaps traditionally, but then this is hardly a traditional situation. In this case, it's different.”“You may not want to be married to me, and frankly, I don’t want to be married at all,” he said. “But you can’t deny that it makes sense.”“I just don’t like the idea of it.”*******Jordan“Of marriage without love?” i knew that most women would reject the idea, at least outwardly, even if their motive for marriage was truly money or status and not finer feelings at all.
Jordan. A sense of triumph, along with a compressing sensation in my throat that felt suspiciously like the tightening of a noose, assaulted me . It was necessary; the only thing that could be done. The only way for me to truly claim this child, make him my heir. And the only way to claim Nala .A heavy pulse throbbed in my groin at the thought of claiming her in the most basic, elemental way. I wanted her with a kind of passionate ferocity that was foreign to me.I would have wanted her no matter what, would have desired her had i passed her when she was walking down the street. But the intense, bone deep need to take her, to enter her sweet body and join myself to her…that had to be connected to the pregnancy because it was outside anything in my experience. I had experienced lust the basest kind that had nothing to do with emotion and I had been in love. This didn’t resemble either experience.I could satisfy my lust for her without marriage, but marriage was necessary for me to h
Nala. I tried to clamp down the wild fluttering in my stomach. I knew Jordan wouldn’t be happy. Hadn’t he referenced our physical attraction as a reason for marriage? But this was what I needed in order to be able to accept his proposal, such as it was.His kiss had decimated my control, had made me forget who i was, who he was, where I was. Going to bed with him…What would that do to my closely guarded self control? The thought of surrendering myself like that, of stripping myself bare both physically and emotionally before another human being in that way, terrified me to my bones. Marriage i could deal with, but sexual intimacy was several steps beyond me. I was attracted to him, extremely attracted ; unreasonably so. And that only made me more determined to maintain a healthy distance between us. If i didn’t want him like this, if being near him didn’t make my limbs weak and my pulse pound in my chest, at the apex of my thighs, if I didn’t get embarrassingly wet with wanting jus
Jordan.I was surprised that Nala was denying us both what we so obviously wanted, but not even a sexless marriage was new to me. I had been there. I imagined it had been Selena’s way of punishing me for not giving her a baby, although the issue had been with her body and not mine. It hadn’t mattered to me. I had never once seen her as less of a woman. But she had been so frustrated with out timed lovemaking that never, ever produced the result she wanted, that she hadn’t even allowed me to touch her in the last six months of our marriage. The last six months of her life.I knew why Selena had denied me, and i wasn’t sure i hadn’t deserved it. But i didn’t know what Nala’s game was. Although I doubted that she would hold on to that stance. The attraction between us was far too strong for that. It was certainly beyond anything I had ever known in my experience.She licked her lips and my body ached with the need to taste her sweet mouth again, to move my tongue over hers. I was insta
Nala. I watched Jordan , my fiancé, turn and leave the room. A feeling of longing, so intense I felt it physically, filled me. Part of me wanted him, impossibly, irresponsibly, almost as much as the sensible part of me craved distance and protection from him. It was like a tug of war, each desire pulling at me from opposite sides. And the sensible part of me had to win.It had to.The dining room at the castillo was extremely formal. The high ceilings and ornately framed artwork gave the room a museumlike quality. The long banquet style table could easily have seated thirty or forty people, and added to the wholly impersonal feel of the room. It made stupid, emotional tears prick at my eyes.A child couldn’t sit and color at this table. They certainly couldn’t eat milk and cookies and peanut butter and jelly at this table. Finger painting was probably out, too, since it was likely a priceless antique.Of course, i knew there were other tables in a place this big.Jordan ’s quarters l